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Zidane Tribal (foolhardy_thief) wrote in hobbs_end,
@ 2015-06-27 12:20:00

Entry tags:

ffix: zidane tribal, rating: pg, supernatural: sam winchester

WHO: Zidane & Sam.
WHERE: At one of the farms, out east.
WHAT: Zid meets Sam, out on a farm~
RATING PG.
STATUS: Private, new.

Zidane was familiar with towns and villages of all sizes, but when it came to technology, well… that changed things a bit. A lot, actually. He’d only been in this place for roughly a week, and he was still getting used to a few things, one being whatever was responsible for the lights and stuff. Back home, lights involved wax candles, and oil lanterns. Wood, too, of course, but nothing like this town. It wasn’t the only difference that he noticed, and it wasn’t enough to really count as disturbing, but still… Zidane wanted to find something familiar.

That ‘something’ turned out to be a farm, not too far from the town’s perimeter wall.

Zidane had set out early in the morning, and it took him a few hours to reach the nearest farm house. He wasn’t planning on staying out here all day, but as he had no way of knowing what to expect, ZIdane brought along a bottle of water, some layered food called a ‘sandwich’, and his own belongings, such as his daggers. His little expedition took him past some cornfield, and straight to the single, medium-sized farm house. From the looks of it, the house had been abandoned for a long time. It was tempting to break in, given that the front door was locked— or barred, even, but he had a change of mind almost as soon as he touched the door knob.

He stepped off the front porch and made his way round the side of the house, but he had worse luck there. Worse referring to that peculiar feeling he got, as soon as he came close to the house. Feeling a little unnerved (and annoyed), Zidane left the house and headed for the cornfield. If there was something worth his time here, it would be in the cornfield, right? He couldn’t explain why, but he felt that the cornfield was important somehow. He certainly felt stupid, pushing his way through the high stalks, but as he began to speed up, Zidane literally tripped over what he had been searching for.

The teenager tripped over someone laying on the ground, and ZIdane ended up face-planting, dropping his leather bag of food. Cursing, Zidane rolled onto his back and pushed himself up into a sitting position, his long tail sweeping across the dead grass behind him.

“Hey, what gives..!? What are you... huh?“ Trailing off, Zidane blinked, and rolled forward onto his knees and shuffled over to the stranger. He began to say something, changed his mind, and without a second thought on the matter, Zidane reached out and pushed the guy’s shoulder with enough force that the guy would definitely notice- if he was still alive, that is. If he was dead, this wouldn’t be the first time ZIdane would see a dead body, but he had to hope for the best. He hadn’t met anyone since arriving in town, and he wasn’t prepared to find out he was truly on his own.

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foolhardy_thief
2015-07-09 04:30 am UTC (link)

Zidane couldn’t help but smirk when Sam eyed the water bottle: it was understandable. Zidane was friendly, and could be too trusting at times, but even he would suspect something is wrong. Fact is, he wasn’t the sort of person who would drug someone— not unless it was crucial for the target’s safety, of course. “Trust me, there’s nothing in that bottle but water. If you don’t want it...” Having said that, he made no move to swipe the bottle away from Sam. The teen gestured to the bottle, then dropped his hand to his side. “It’s yours, keep it. I can always find another one.” Or steal one, more likely. If he needed something and no one was around, eight times out of ten he would take it. And pay for it later.

It was about time that he gave Sam some more personal space, and with that in mind, Zidane took a few lazy steps backward, one hand resting on his hip. “Dean’s your brother.. and I’m guessin’ he’s lost, just like you. That’s happening to a lot of people lately, I think.” He gestured to the surrounding area next, his movements slow and uneasy. “Your guess is as good as mine, but really, I know the name of this place.. but not where it is. This is Hobb’s End, and it looks nothing like I’ve ever seen before. Well, I’ve seen farms, but the buildings in town. It’s different, and I definitely don’t live here.”

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-12 01:21 am UTC (link)

Sam nodded and took another drink of water. He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know where he is." He said when Zidane asked about Dean. "Last thing I remember we were.....someone attacked us....I think, well, they must've hit me in the head because everything went black. Next thing I know I wake up here." Not strictly the next thing he knew, but the next thing that seemed to be real. It was then he realised Zidane had said 'a lot of people'. "What do you mean? Have you seen others?"

Sam ran the name through his memory and came up with nothing. He'd never heard of the place, and sure as hell hadn't been here before. "What do you mean 'different'?"

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foolhardy_thief
2015-07-14 04:00 am UTC (link)

“Huh. Well, if you remember it like that, then someone must have hit you pretty hard!” Zidane shook his head, lifting one hand to scratch the back of his neck. If he had been in that position, Zidane would have made sure that he wasn’t knocked out. It was in his nature to believe that he was always alert, ready for anything. No one could ever catch him off-guard, but if ever asked about it, Zidane would surely boast.

Had he really said there were other people here? Zidane thought about his answer for a moment, then shrugged, seemingly clueless about the whole matter. “I’m not really sure, to tell you the truth. I mean, there are others here, but no one I know, personally. I was with a group, before I was brought to this place— and they could be anywhere by now. They should be alright, but not knowing is the worst feeling.”

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sam_interrupted
2015-07-17 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Sam rubbed the back of his head. "Judging by the headache I'd say so." He said with a rueful smile. In his line of work Sam was used to injuries, both inflicting and sustaining them. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was particularly accustomed with head injuries.

Sam listened to Zidane's explanation and tried to get what little information he had straight in his head. His brain wasn't quite caught up to speed yet though. "Sorry about your friends." He said sincerely, then he thought about what he was saying. "I mean, maybe it's good they're not here since we don't know anything about the place, but sorry you got separated I guess."

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